Do you still hurt?
Because sometimes I let my guard down
I know it’s just a habit
I need to break down
But when you give someone years
and let them fill the blanks
it’s shattering when they pull away
I set my ribs on the table
and my fingertips are touching my palms now
I brought all that I could,
but these are things we carry with us now
You left me to draw my own conclusions
despite my infatuation, you were as transparent as they came
You know how I feel about assumptions
I wish you could of told me face to face
Because now you’re written down
in my history
as the lover who had
shaky knees
I set my ribs on the table
and my fingertips are touching my palms now
I set my ribs on the table
and my fingertips are touching my palms now
I brought all that I could,
but these are things we carry with us now
From Cork, Ireland, Lewis Barfoot writes mystic, majestic songs derived from regional folk, with an ambient music aura. Bandcamp New & Notable Dec 11, 2023